Mental Maintenance and Inner Unity
Mental Maintenance and Inner Unity
When physics and life get hard, what gets you through?By:
Dwight E. Neuenschwander, Professor of Physics, Southern Nazarene University in Bethany, OK
Every semester, usually between midterms and finals, one or more discouraged students comes into my office, anxiously wanting to talk. Their course work is not going well; they are behind in everything and feel overwhelmed, inadequate, trapped, and discouraged. They want to drop a course and may hint at changing majors or quitting university life. Perhaps they are so burned out that they are tempted to just disappear . . . what a relief if everything would just go away.
I can empathize with these students. I was one of them myself, more than once, as an undergraduate and in graduate school. When I look in the distressed student’s eyes, I remember . . .
. . . A student furiously rides his bicycle around and around in a large empty parking lot, like a caged wild animal, lap after mindless lap—at four o’clock in the morning. Trapped for weeks in a downward spiral, frustrated at being unable to work, he feels guilty about trying to relax. He is exhausted but unable to sleep. This cannot go on. Maybe a change of venue would help.
A few months later he transfers to another university. But he brings along the same person he was before. Within six months the solitary student finds himself, late one Friday night, sitting under the stars on a seemingly deserted campus, as everyone else whoops it up at the cafés and bars across the street. The student hears the laughter and music but cannot bring himself to join in. To leave tasks undone makes him feel irresponsible, but if he returns to them he steps back into a prison. So there he sits, pulled between opposite poles of duty and frivolity, trapped in a wearisome pattern grown too familiar. Although he has been in school a long time, somehow he missed the lesson on mental maintenance. Maintenance requires occasional downtime. To keep on going for the long term, a motorcycle engine’s oil must be periodically changed. But you can’t change the oil while the engine runs at 3000 RPM.
This student soon leaves the new university too, and goes home, the place where, as Robert Frost described, “When you have to go there, they have to take you in.” No one at the university seemed surprised by his sudden departure.
He reads A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. Ebenezer Scrooge’s behavior hits close to home. Dickens writes: “Scrooge took his melancholy dinner in his usual melancholy tavern; and having read all the newspapers, and beguiled the rest of the evening with his banker’s book, went home to bed. He lived in chambers which had once belonged to his deceased partner. They were a gloomy suite of rooms.”
When the Ghosts of Christmas Past and Present help Scrooge step outside of himself, Scrooge sees other possibilities:
When this strain of music sounded, all the things that the Ghost had shown him came upon his mind; he softened more and more; and thought that if he could have listened to it often, years ago, he might have cultivated the kindnesses of life for his own happiness with his own hands, without resorting to the sexton’s spade that buried Jacob Marley . . .
Some of us have to learn things the hard way. In university life our most important lessons have nothing to do with courses and majors. The greatest lessons are about ourselves and about life.
Physics never came easy for me; I had to work hard at it. When I was an undergraduate, the hard work paid off in predictable ways. In graduate school the stakes were higher, the topics deeper, and the pace faster. I assumed success would come through maximizing time spent in the office. That assumption, combined with my high motivation, lack of natural talent, and excess of stubborn persistence, led to a perfect storm of downward spiral and burnout. The world closed in, a painful form of self-centeredness. Extreme motivation and persistence can be admirable. But doing physics with competence also requires peace of mind. Peace of mind requires mental maintenance. Mental maintenance depends on deliberately taking time to enjoy life, which includes periodically giving the work a rest.
Although I would not want go through those days again, I am grateful for them now. When each despondent student looks into my office and asks if we can talk, I can say, “I’ve been there.” Most discouraged students are not suicidal, but I don’t take that for granted. I have been a faculty member in a building where a student took his own life one beautiful Thursday afternoon. That student, we learned, had withdrawn from the university earlier in the week. The previous Monday a student had come to my office and asked me to sign a withdrawal form. I signed, he left, and I turned back to my desk. Today, if you come to my office to withdraw, you and I are going to have a long conversation, and not just about the course. If you jump ship from my course or the university, that’s fine; but I must know where you’re jumping to. Not, I pray, down a stairwell. That is never the answer, even if you see no other way out at that moment.
If I may, I would like to offer a few suggestions:
Never, never, never make an irreversible decision based on how you feel at the moment. Every year, about a dozen university students out of every 100,000 commit suicide. Before you dive down a stairwell, for once in your life decide to let that intractable problem go. Go ride a bike, go dancing, go to a concert, go TP your professor's house . . . get out of yourself and do something fun. If you are in a no-way-out crisis and have to act now, pack your car and take a spontaneous road trip. You may end up as a coffee shop barista at Lake Tahoe or a guide for a Grand Canyon river trip company, interesting experiences that will give you time to renormalize your mind. If you decide to go back, you can always make the necessary apologies (as I have had to do). At least there will be pieces that can be put back together, and your story will keep going.
Do not get so obsessed with the degree of tomorrow that you overlook the joys of being alive today. Henry David Thoreau observed that “the cost of a thing is the amount of what I call life which is required to be exchanged for it.” The only reality we genuinely have is this present moment. However pressing the task at hand, take a look—really look—at that gorgeous sunset. We must work for the future and remember the past, but the living takes place right now.
Keep things in perspective. Life and physics are too important to be taken too seriously. If your self-worth depends on grades and accolades, that’s a self-serving dead end. No matter how good you are, there is always someone better. The only comparison I should be making is against myself: Am I giving it my best, so that I won’t be a hack? Being another Richard Feynman is not the measure of success; we already have Feynman. But we need you to be you. You have a unique set of experiences and passions and skills to offer. Earning the respect of competent colleagues is the true measure of success. Brilliance is nice, but quality is what counts. And if we never had any difficulties, where would our most colorful stories come from?
Setting aside periodic downtime is not goofing off—it’s maintenance. Albert Einstein did not have his “miraculous year” in 1905 through relentless nonstop work. He knew how to enjoy life. In 1902, while in graduate school and shortly before he got a job in the Swiss Patent Office, he met two fellows who became lifelong friends: Maurice Solovine and Conrad Habicht. The three comrades began meeting regularly over frugal dinners of sausage and cheese in their apartments to discuss physics and philosophy. Sometimes they took mountain hikes together. They called their three-member society the “Olympia Academy,” poking fun at the pomposity of learned societies. Rather than delaying Einstein’s immortal work, those sessions of relaxed conversation, with friends at a table or while sitting on a mountain awaiting the sunrise, helped his creativity bloom.
When I look back on it now, I wonder what was so dreadfully important in the office that I could not give it a rest for a couple of hours once or twice a week. Had I done so, I would have returned refreshed to the tasks waiting there, and completed them with effectiveness and genuine joy. I know that to be so because that’s what I do now.
Nurture your hidden inner selves. Inside every physicist there also lives a musician or an artist, a hiker, or a cyclist. To be a whole, interesting, authentic person, those other selves need space to grow, along with the physicist. Those inner selves teach one another. Samuel Crothers wrote, “As civilization advances and work becomes more specialized . . . what then becomes of the other selves? The answer must be that playgrounds are provided for them outside the confines of daily business. . . . If one has only a little free time at his disposal, he must use that time for the refreshment of his hidden selves. If he cannot have a Sabbath rest of 24 hours, he must learn to sanctify little sabbaths, it may be of ten minutes’ length. In them he shall do no manner of work.”
Strive for excellence, not perfection. When I was a TA, each week I gave a 10-point quiz. One student who I shall call Elisabeth got 10/10 every week—except one week, when the score was only 9. After class the student argued with me for 20 minutes about that one point. The irony of the situation was that I dropped the two lowest quizzes anyway, but for the persistent student, this argument was not about the quiz average—the student’s ego demanded nothing less than perfect scores across the board. That’s a crushing burden to carry around.
Notice that most of our difficulties are self-inflicted. When I walked out of graduate school, my professors were not telling me to leave. When I returned after a year of reflection, I decided that two things would change: (1) I was going to enter the lives of people around me, on and off campus; and (2) when I left the final time, it would be either because I graduated or because my professors had thrown me out, but I was not going to take myself out.
Garrison Keillor closes the short daily radio program of poetry readings, “The Writer’s Almanac,” by saying, “Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.” Those are three important ingredients for wholeness of life. Practice maintenance. Be competent. Nurture relationships. To experience our place in the world with equanimity, the inner life and the outer life must be of a piece. The poet Rainer Maria Rilke eloquently expressed this yearning for wholeness:
Ah, not to be cut off,
Not through the slightest partition
shut out from the law of the stars.
The inner—what is it? if not the
Hurled through with birds
and deep with the winds of homecoming.
About the Author
Dwight E. (“Ed”) Neuenschwander was born in New Mexico, grew up in Kansas and Colorado, and graduated from the University of Southern Colorado in Pueblo in 1976 with a degree in physics and math. He did some graduate work at Kansas State University in Manhattan and eventually finished a PhD in physics at Arizona State University (ASU) in Tempe in 1983. Dwight taught at ASU and Northern Michigan University in Marquette, and has been a professor of physics at Southern Nazarene University (near Oklahoma City) for 25 years.
A former director of SPS and Sigma Pi Sigma (1995-97), he edited SPS publications for 15 years and continues writing the “Elegant Connections in Physics” column for The SPS Observer and Radiations, the official publication of Sigma Pi Sigma. He has served on the SPS Council since 1991, coached the US Physics Team that competes in the International Physics Olympiad, and authored books for undergraduate physicists, including titles on Noether’s theorem (2011, Johns Hopkins Univ. Press) and tensor calculus (in press).
Dwight enjoys mountain and desert solitude and starry nights; motorcycle trips and old cars; the Beatles’ Abbey Road and Samuel Barber’s Adagio for Strings; books, art museums, and trying to operate a tenor sax. He and his wife Rhonda have two sons and three wonderful grandchildren. He is pictured above during a workshop at the 2012 Quadrennial Physics Congress of Sigma Pi Sigma (PhysCon), held in Orlando, FL. Photo by Ken Cole.
 D.E. Neuenschwander, “Sometimes I Feel Like Quitting,” “Some Facts About Student Depression and Suicide,” and “The Longer View,” SPS Observer (Fall 2004), 1–7.
 Robert Frost, "The Death of the Hired Man," Complete Poems of Robert Frost, Henry Hold & Co., New York, NY (1949); reprinted in Adventures in American Literature, John Gehlmann and Mary Rives Bowman, eds. Harcourt, Brace, & Co., New York, NY (1958), pp. 263-267.
 Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol (first published 1843), published in 1957 (by Nelson Doubleday (1957, Garden City, NY) as the first of three Dickens Christmas stories, under the title Christmas Stories, illustrated by Walter Seaton.
[This excellent volume was part of an extensive book club set called "Junior Deluxe Editions." One of the best things my parents did for me at that age was to sign me up in that book club. Titles by Dickens, Robert Louis Stevenson, Mark Twain, Howard Pyle, and many others came each month and it helped make a reader out of me.]
 Of course, some students have the opposite problem; they never get around to getting the problems started, or they do them carelessly. I am not talking about those students here.
 Ref. 1, “Some Facts About Student Depression and Suicide.”
 Henry David Thoreau, Walden (first published 1854), Houghton Mifflin Co., Boston, MA (1960), Sherman Paul, ed.
 In a radio interview, photographer David Plowden describes how, when he decided to become a photographer, he told himself, “Plowden, don’t be a hack. Do it right.” David Plowden interview titled “Disappearing America,” from “The Story,” North Carolina Public Radio, broadcast on National Public Radio, Dec. 7, 2007.
 Freeman Dyson, Disturbing the Universe (Harper & Row, New York, 1979), writes, “We do not all have the talent or the ambition to become prima donnas. The essential factor which keeps the scientific enterprise healthy is a shared respect for quality. Everybody can take pride in the quality of his own work, and we expect rough treatment from our colleagues whenever we produce something shoddy. The knowledge that quality counts makes even routine tasks rewarding.” See also Robert Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance (Morrow, New York, 1974, 1999), wherein Quality is a proper noun.
 John Stachel, Ed., Einstein’s Miraculous Year: Five Papers that Changed the Face of Physics (Princeton University Press, Princeton, NJ, 1998).
 Walter Isaacson, Einstein: His Life and Universe (Simon & Schuster, New York, 2007), pp. 79–84.
 Samuel Crothers, “Every Man’s Natural Desire to Be Somebody Else,” reprinted in Exploring Life Through Literature (Scott Foresman and Co., Chicago, IL, 1964), pp. 413–420.
 “Writer’s Almanac” is broadcast weekdays on NPR stations; http://minnesota.publicradio.org/radio/programs/writers_almanac/.
 Ahead of All Parting: The Selected Poetry and Prose of Rainer Maria Rilke, translated and edited by Stephen Mitchell (Modern Library, New York, 1995), p. 191.